Even if you become a witch, you have to eat oranges

He handled family affairs cautiously and did not dare to slack off.After realizing the origins of his ancestors, Scheinshit dismissed some of the family forces in the tribe.He believes that surnames will affect the strength of the ethnic group and that superiority should only be judged based on ability.

He took the lead in placing his family on the fringes of the ethnic group, only promoting capable people based on merit and suppressing family power.

The tribe began to become more and more powerful, and Scheinshit's former ideals were no longer in that tiny corner, and he recalled them less and less.

Many years have passed, and almost all the dragon people of the same era have died.Scheinstedt began to realize that he was getting old.

There will no longer be dragons who can reminisce with him and reveal the scandals of their youth to each other.The new generation of dragon people regard him as an eternal wise leader and wise man, as if he was born to be the leader of the clan.

It is difficult for Scheinshte to be obsessed with improving his own strength.But over the long years, he still became stronger and stronger, and even understood the secret of fire from the clan's secret treasure statue.

His strength far surpasses that of ordinary transcendent dragons, which makes the clansmen admire him even more, but they are not surprised, as if this is what the clan leader should do.

One day decades ago, a group of young witches came to the tribe.

Under the glory of the Kingdom of Destiny Witch, young witches come from time to time to exchange some supplies and knowledge with the dragon tribe.

Of course, they have never brought any guidance from the Witch of Destiny... Perhaps, in the past thousand years, the powerful Witch of Destiny has also passed away.

But the owner of this secret realm has always been 'Elta', which is recognized by witches throughout the ages.

Scheinshte approached the witches cautiously. He did not hope that the tribe could get out of a difficult situation, but he only hoped not to offend the witches and bring more misfortune.

A young red-haired witch caught her attention.

"My name is Aite! I will definitely become a strong person in the future! Stronger than the witch of the Erta family... stronger than Leernina!"

The young witch completely ignored the weird looks in her companions' eyes and happily searched for people to challenge her in the dragon tribe.

After defeating most of the dragonmen, he confidently came to confront Shane Shit... and of course he was defeated miserably.

Scheinschitt told her his understanding of 'Flame' without any reservation, and suggested:

"You have to be more steady. It's rare that you have a good relationship with the witch of the Elta family. You need to maintain this relationship..."

"I won't please them!"

Aite said stubbornly, and she murmured:

"Lena always looks like she's a genius...Sooner or later I'm going to beat her to tears!"

Volume 193: [-]. The Story of the Brave

The old dragon man noticed that when the 'Lernina' was mentioned, the other witches couldn't help but look sideways, and some even glared at Aite angrily.

She seemed to be a young witch who was also well-known in the Erta family... Scheinshte shook his head, how could this little girl think about going against the 'big shot' in the future.

"Although Lernina is now an official witch... huh, she was showing off in front of me before, but I will definitely catch up with her!"

Although he admired this little witch inexplicably, he couldn't help but feel that she was too confident.

"Bloodline may not be an advantage... but it may be a burden to some people."

The old dragon man said with emotion.

"Anyway, I'm just an ordinary witch... I'm lucky enough to have qualifications like my sister. I don't understand this."

"I only know that I will become a powerful witch in the future! That way I won't be dumped by Lena!"

Scheinschitt found this little witch very interesting and talked to her a lot without realizing it.

"Old man...are you interested in the outside world?"

The old dragon man was stunned for a moment, and it took him a long time to realize that he seemed to have asked a lot about the outside world.

"If you want to know what's going on outside, just go and see for yourself?"

Aite seemed to be confused. She didn't wait for the old dragon man to answer and said:

"You're pretty good, at least there's no danger at all in going to the Red Reef Islands..."

Scheinshit shook his head and said in a gentle voice:

"This is a rule of the clan. The transcendent elders cannot go to the outside world at will and cannot make such a bad start."

There are a considerable number of powerful Warcraft tribes in this space. Without the protection of transcendent-level Dragonites, the Dragonites cannot even live a normal life.

They also need to use the altar to search for treasures scattered in this space that can enhance their bloodline, monsters with dragon bloodline, and pure-blooded dragons who come for trials from time to time...

In fact, ordinary tribesmen are not able to go out. This rule essentially eliminates the possibility of the dragon people leaving.

"Well, just hope you don't regret it."

"This is not something you can decide on whether you regret it or not. My decision will definitely affect many ordinary dragon people."

Scheinshit is very old. Although he is still very strong and energetic, and looks like he will live for a long time, all the dragons in the tribe are just children in his eyes.

"Well... you are too worried. They don't need the patriarch to protect them to survive."

Scheinshit was startled.

"I've been looking for fights with them these days. These dragons have a lot of fighting spirit. Several of them almost didn't win..."

"They all said that although the leader of the dragon tribe is old, he is very powerful... I am here to find you!"

It's really awesome, Aite muttered to himself.

"When they were talking, their eyes were shining, and they were targeting you! If they knew that you regarded them as little ghosts to take care of, they would definitely be very disappointed."

"..."

After Scheinst sent these witches away, there was a long silence.One day, he asked a strapped transcendent elder:

"What do you think those young dragon people are thinking?"

The elder was familiar with the patriarch’s open-mindedness and said half-jokingly:

"I'm thinking about how to surpass you... You have been in office for too long, but no one can match your contribution and achievements. Ambitious young people are very distressed."

"Yeah, that's really nice."

Scheinshit laughed, laughing so hard that the elders on the side were startled.

When he inherited the title of patriarch, Scheinshit regarded it as a heavy burden and responsibility... But of course it was also an honor, but he thought too much about it.

The clan will never decline because of the departure of one person, just like when he takes over from the previous clan leader, there will definitely be new people growing up.

Well, it wouldn't be against the clan rules if he stepped down from his position as clan leader and became an ordinary dragon man.

Scheinshit began to pay close attention to the young draconians and gradually delegated power.

A dragon man named Alton stands out. He has great strength and talent similar to when he was young, and he also has greater ambitions.

Scheinshte allowed him to increase his influence in the hunting party and win over other Beyonder elders.

However, it remains to be seen whether he can succeed the clan leader.

Another team of witches has arrived.

……

"Very good, let me use the power of 'Blood Sun Realm' again."

The Blood Witch was bathed in the rich bloody sunset, clapped her hands and said to the two figures frozen in the blood-colored light beam, but there was no smile on her face at all.

The powerful force that blocked all actions of Elena and the dragon clan leader just by its nature was very well-behaved in the hands of Hilem and was perfectly controlled by her.

A large amount of blood sun energy condensed in his white palm, turning into a miniature blood-red sun.

"Let you see the 'Blood Soul Seal'... I don't believe you can still break free."

Being swept by the blood witch's gaze, Elena felt her heart go cold.

Damn it, the trump card given by the master cannot be used now... That bloody sun feels very dangerous...

Elena was annoyed by the difference in strength between the two sides, but there was nothing she could do about it. The other side could not be defeated by cleverness.

However, you must never give up. Giving up is when everything is really over.

She released the power of domination that had been consumed a lot in the battle, and tried her best to break the imprisonment around her... This ability did not disappoint her, and it worked again, but she was still some way away from being trapped.

We have to delay as much time as possible... Elena stared at the blood witch who was walking slowly, and the miniature blood sun in her hand gradually took shape.

"You... hmm?"

Hilam suddenly turned his head and looked at the old dragon man on the other side.

The old dragon man, who should have been completely imprisoned, slowly started to move.In the rich blood-colored light pillar, the dark golden spear was shaking slightly.

"An ant like you can really struggle... just like a bed bug that cannot be killed!"

Silam was not interested in the old dragon man who only had weird weapons. She randomly generated a blood-colored spear and threw it towards it.

puff--

The blood-colored spear pierced through the old dragon's body, and his strange movements stopped.

Hilam was about to continue walking in front of Elena when he suddenly looked back.

drop.drop.

The old dragon man's chest was pierced by a blood spear, and a large amount of blood flowed down, staining his clothes.

But he was still struggling, this time his whole body was trembling slightly, and there was a crack in the blood-colored light beam around him.

Hilam's face turned cold and he snapped his fingers.

Whoosh!Whoosh!Whoosh!

Blood-colored spears pierced the old dragon's body everywhere, turning into a blood-red hedgehog.

Scheinshit's life breath was extremely weak, but the imprisoning beam of light around him was completely shattered, and he walked out.

Hilam was stunned for a moment, and his expression changed, but he found that the old dragon man was exhausted after taking one step, and half-knelt on the ground.

Large streams of blood pooled on the ground.

"That's it? You're struggling just to kneel in front of me? Then you are really powerful -"

The Blood Witch mocked, unwilling to admit the uneasiness she felt in her heart before.

"Weak people are weak. They don't even know how to survive... Just be honest. Maybe I'll let you go when I feel better?"

The old dragon man over there suddenly stood up with difficulty, his body trembling and ready to fall down at any time. His hand clenched the 'cut', and his body was still full of spears.

"Huh? What else do you want to do? Wouldn't it be better to just wait for death?"

Saying this, Hilem gathered his magic power vigilantly.She also injected the power of the Blood Sun far beyond her own level into it, and gradually condensed a magic with huge power.

……

Scheinshit couldn't hear what the woman was saying. There was only sharp tinnitus and fierce heartbeat in his ears. The outside sounds were small and noisy.

It was she who set off this 'blood disaster' that swept across the entire space.

It was she who caused heavy losses to the tribe she had guarded her whole life and deceived her own people.

The old dragon man stared at the enemy with his eyes filled with bloodshot eyes.

A long life flashed before his eyes like a revolving lantern. If he thought about it carefully, he might have spent most of his life in confusion and compromise.

But there is no need to be confused now. There is only one goal left.

kill her!

kill her!

However, I am already dying and have no power...

His vision became increasingly blurry, and even the murderous intention from the bottom of his heart became weaker, and everything seemed to be fading away.

In a daze, he recalled the story he wrote for his great-granddaughter based on the few words passed down from generation to generation by the patriarch, combined with his yearning for the outside world when he was young:

The evil dragon that destroyed the city and destroyed the country lowered its head and let out a huge roar that shook the heaven and earth:

'Insects dare to touch my majesty!I am destined to destroy the world! '

The brave man who was covered in wounds faced this huge, evil dragon with a huge body that seemed to be able to cover the sky and the sun.

He is just a 'little' brave man who is not afraid of danger. He looks directly at the opponent:

'I have crossed thousands of mountains and rivers!I have seen everything!With companions I can trust and a family worth protecting, no matter how powerful the enemy is, I can't shake my faith! '

The brave man clenched the long sword in his hand and steadily assumed the sword posture that had been tempered for thousands of times.

At this moment, even the mighty dragon will surely perish with the sword in my hand!